Indy's bedroom

[henry_jones_jr]

Fiona shakes her head and laughs to herself as she walks through the suite to Indy's bedroom in nothing more than her white tank top and red thong, her bare feet making no sound on the carpets. Mike had asked for his pants back and she'd given them to him. The resulting silence proved gratifying, but she's worn less on South Beach in February

Comments

[henry_jones_jr]

"Mike wants to know where you got the thong."

Indy settles his shoulder against the bedroom doorjamb, arms loosely folded and a lazy smile on his face. He's a picture of natural composure.

[justcallmefee]

"Somewhere down on South Beach, why?"

She's still peering at a statue, trying to determine whether it's a fake or not. She can't tell.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Don't ask me," Indy snorts.

He shakes his head.

"He has this thing for ladies underwear. And not a gifting thing. It's kinda disturbing really."

[justcallmefee]

"Really. Well, it's a look. I wonder if he can pull it off."

She sets the statue down and picks up something else. "These are all authentic, aren't they?" There's a touch of bewilderment in her voice.